What If Poem by David Whalen

What if sunshine
Perchance, made a sound…
What kind of sound
Wouldst one think It to be?

Would it shriek e’er so loudly…
And pummel the ground…
Or settle like snowflakes
Drifting down… tranquilly

Pray tell, what sound…
Would clouds and haze make
Would they screech and grind
Mayhaps rasp and scrape?

What if…fog made a thoughtful thrum
And mist an insistent hiss…
And rainbows the sound of a blowing nose
What, the sound… of scent of rose… consist?

What if… a look of awe… made noise
And an angry stare could thunder?
What would be the sound of toys
And what the sound of plunder?

What if…one could hear a moonbeam
Or perceive the sound of a shooting star
And what if only fools and idiots could hear them
Would they know how lucky (or cursed) They are?

What if… only a select favored few
Could opt to hear
this other-worldly hymn
And the choice was offered up to you

What if…the sounds ne’er heard
Could be sounds rung loud and true
Ne’er heard in fact or word…except
By fools and idiots…and you!